Outside the training cabin, Aya and Duan Ying were also silent. Aya turned around, lowered her head and wiped her cheeks, and a faint sparkle quietly flashed across them.
The person piloting the silver-white plane was a pilot from the 9th Flying Group of the Yanhuang Army Air Force. He had just celebrated his 18th birthday and participated in that battle on the third day and died in that battle. Ai
Ya still remembers the innocence and clarity in those eyes when she sent him on his journey.
And he was not the only one. Such battles had happened countless times, and Aya couldn't bear to recall how many people had been sacrificed. However, she could not forget that the Ninth Flying Brigade had been rebuilt eleven times, and those young lives
After embarking on the journey alive, almost no one came back alive, only the long death notice and the bloody badges.
Although they knew that they might be embarking on a road of no return, none of those soldiers flinched, because behind them was their motherland, as well as their relatives and friends whom they wanted to protect with their lives, so they stepped forward without hesitation and used their lives to protect them.
His own blood and life composed an extremely tragic war song.
Aya is proud of these heroes. Every time she sees the scene of their battle, she will burst into tears, and it is the same this time.
Duan Ying's expression was very serious. The beard on his big square face had not been cleaned for a while and had changed from grass to dense forest. His eyes were staring at the young face on the screen, clenched.
The joints of my fists were a little blue due to excessive force.
He knew this young man. He was once a soldier in his team, and was later selected to join the Air Force. Unexpectedly, he participated in that extremely tragic battle and fought the enemy to the end.
He remembered the time when this young man joined the army. He was a very shy, even a little autistic child. He always lowered his head when looking at people and looked cautious. He was jokingly called "big girl" by the soldiers in the company.
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But today, when he raised his middle finger at the enemy in the cockpit, Duan Ying saw the unruliness and stubbornness in his eyes, as well as his contempt for the enemy. The war transformed him from an immature child into a real warrior.
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Duan should be proud of him.
In the training cabin, the expression on Zheng Xiao's face kept changing. Sometimes he was nervous, sometimes excited, sometimes he took a deep breath, and even smiled a few times. It seemed that the dream he was experiencing was not so peaceful. It should be
A war-torn scene.
"Ai Gong, what is going on?" Duan Ying turned to look at Aiya in confusion, and found that she was staring at the display screen attentively, "The scene Zheng Xiao experienced seemed to be a video sent back from the front.
Information."
Aiya didn't look back, still staring at the screen, and just said lightly, "Yes, this is all the information in front of me. I just want Zheng Xiao to experience the feeling for himself. I believe he will have some insights."
Duan Ying stopped talking and stared at Zheng Xiao in the training cabin with Aiya.
Although she looked calm on the surface, Aiya was actually extremely nervous inside. Zheng Xiao's arrival proved that their efforts had finally paid off, and it was hard to say yet whether they could achieve the desired level.
Zheng Xiao in the training cabin had no idea what was happening outside. He was just experiencing scenes of brutal battles, feeling the feeling of bursting with blood.
Hundreds of silver-white fighter planes roared towards the enemy's spaceship formation, like sharp swords being drawn out of their sheaths, or like moths flying into the flames. On the way, people were constantly hit by naval cannons, and then exploded in the air.
, turned into a brilliant fireworks.
However, the comrades behind did not show any cowardice. They still rushed forward at the fastest speed, quickly approaching the opponent's mothership, preparing to launch an attack once they entered the effective range.
However, as the hatch of the enemy mothership opened, the black fighter jets flying out like a tide made everyone's hearts froze. They seemed to be an unbreakable steel wall, firmly protecting the front of the mothership.
, facing the silver-white fighter jet in the distance.
The speed of the silver-white fighter jet suddenly dropped, but in just one breath, the speed suddenly picked up and returned to the top again, rushing towards the opponent's fleet with a roaring sound.
"--kill--!"
Squadron leader Kan Dong's thunderous roar came from the pilot's exclusive channel, and then his plane suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front, hitting the Japanese fleet like an arrow from the string.
Behind him, the eyes of the other pilots were red. They pushed the control stick at the same time almost without thinking. The aircraft instantly increased to its maximum speed and followed closely behind Squadron Leader Kan Dong.
On the opposite side, the Japanese black fighter planes also moved. In the blink of an eye, they divided into several clusters and formed several lines of defense in front of the mothership. The front cluster accelerated towards them, apparently intending to entangle Kan Dong and the others.
, so as to defeat them one by one.
The silver-white fighter planes were flying in the silent space, without the usual whistling sound in the atmosphere, which made people feel very strange. Even though Kan Dong had been fighting fiercely in space for several years, he still had a very special feeling.
But this did not affect his performance in combat. With a slight press of his arm, the aircraft drew a beautiful arc in the air, dodging the laser beam fired by the opponent's fighter plane, and then sent a laser beam into the opponent's target.
Below the wing.
After a momentary pause, the plane suddenly spurted out brilliant blue flames, the fuselage burst from the wings, and then turned into a big fireball.
Without even looking at the Japanese fighter plane that had lost its ability to resist, Squadron Leader Kan slammed the gas pedal and the plane accelerated again and continued to rush forward.
At this time, the two sides were already entangled together, and laser beams and energy bombs were flying around, which was extremely lively. Along with the constant flashes of flames and explosions, they intertwined into an extremely tragic symphony of war.
Zheng Xiao felt his body shaking slightly. Although he was a bystander, he found that he had integrated into the battlefield. He wished he had a fighter plane in his hand so that he could fight side by side with his comrades and kill those
Little devil.
The battle continued, and silver-white fighter planes continued to fall, because the opponent was several times more numerous than them. Although they were experienced and brave in combat, they still could not reverse the unfavorable situation they were in.
In just a few breaths, the fighter planes of both sides had already passed by each other, but Kan Dong and others did not turn around, but continued to rush towards the remaining three lines of defense, as if they would all die together.
The Japanese pilots were shocked. They didn't expect that the enemy on the opposite side was so crazy that they didn't even care about their own lives.
However, time did not give them a chance to think about it. The silver-white nose and the sharp impact thorn above it had already appeared in their field of vision and were approaching rapidly.